Feel like I'm back from the dead
Never going back in the matrix
You won't see me back at a desk
Back on my zion
Back on my own
Back with the piyah
Back in the zone
Four Qs in a row
Then it's back to the store
And I'm bagging the rest
Back at my brew crib
You know she swear she love me to death
Told her fall back with the bullshit
Had to shuffle my queens
I'm back with a deck
Never going back going the matrix
You won't see me back with my ex
Back on my zion
Back on my own
Back in the zone
Back with the piyah
Let a nigga get high

High
High
High

I got some problems B
Mainly little things
Just that police and dirty money
That's that bacon that broccoli
I'm eating good
I'm hitting stains
I'm riding around with my bottom thing
Snatch up some shit out the closet B
Then I look in the mirror like budda-bing
Might pull a lil brew with my bottom thing
Hit so many stains on so many lames
Don't know how them goofys say hi to me
They don't wanna give us what we need
Ok, its gon be a robbery
I got my boo with and she'll hit a lick
Like a dyke in a flick
Cause she with the shits
I love you bae
Flexing all apart the game nigga
Passing test equal hella blessings
Was on Tchapa Tchapitoulas
In New Orleans boolin
I was lacking missing hella classes
Smoking bigger joint to combat all the stresses
We just getting paid off all of life little lesson
You right about one thang
I'm not in the game
I'm the concession
Raking it in with all of my niggas
You don't know who you fucking with
All my bros on pot of gold
AKA the plug and them
Pull up like a vet
On a Becky Beck
Fist full of hair
Tell her respesent
While a nigga get
High

High
High
High

Nigga will lie to your face
Then lie about the lie they told
How you gon lie to the fam
We just supposed to lie to hoes
Or lie to the judge
Or lie to your boo
If she ask if I was with you
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth
Yeah they just in a similar suit
That's why I'm back on my own
Back on my Zion
Back in the zone
Back with the piyah
Let a nigga get high

High!